The true story of my first discovery at age 13.
I had spent part of my day at school staring at Jennifer's panties. Jenn was a girl at my school. She wasn't the prettiest girl I had ever seen, but she wasn't a dog either. She was kind of cool to me and was pretty easy going. We had third period English together in our Junior High School and on this particular day, we had a project that required us to sit in a circle on the floor.
On this particular day, she had worn a small skirt to school. It just so happened that I was sitting right across from her. As she sat down, she crossed her legs, placing her feet under her knees. She was sitting in the position of what we used to call 'Indian style.' As she sat, I could not help but look right up her dress. It was right there in front of me, only a few feet away. It was her panties. They were white and I could make out some kind of design on them. I stared and studied. I saw the small crevice in the middle and small peeks of pubic hair out the side. My 13 year old brain ran wild about what it looked like underneath.
Needless to say, I had an erection. I had been having regular erections and thoughts about sex for a few months by now. So, erections were not new to me. I knew the fundamentals of sex, but had never done anything. Never kissed a girl. Never masturbated. Nothing, not even a wet dream.
We sat there the whole hour. I was transfixed on her crotch and could not think about anything else. It was torture. My erection was maintained the whole time and it started to become painful. When the bell rang, it was all I could do to stand up, cover myself and slowly creep out of the room. Somehow, I made it through the rest of the day. Every once in awhile, the thought of her beautiful panties and the mysterious wonders beneath would pop into my brain throughout the day. When I finally made it home, I went into my room and hid from everyone. The thoughts that I had been fighting all day came back.
I had always been told that masturbation was dirty and evil. Prior to this day, I usually just tired to think of something else until my erection went away. It always worked. Except for now. The thoughts of what I saw would just not leave me. It started to become painful again.
I had heard that touching yourself can help if it becomes painful. I reached down and patted myself through my jeans. I did feel better. Then it started to feel worse again. I did it a couple more times and then got a little bolder. I reached down into my pants and underwear and squeezed my very hard penis. It felt magnificent. I soon became very aware of the fact that my penis seemed to be its own entity. The more I touched it, the more it felt like it needed to be touched. Touching it gave relief, but it also made it want more.
After a couple minutes of my squeeze play, I got up and went to the bathroom. I stood in front of the toilet, dropped my pants and just decided to go for it. So, I did. I didn't really know if I was doing it right. I just stroked up and down while making a fist around my penis. After about 30 seconds, it felt sort of like I had to pee. I was very curious and wanted to see what would happen, so I kept on moving my hand. Then it happened. My first orgasm. I saw my semen squirt in 4-5 long globs and I felt the most wonderful thing I had ever felt up until that point in time.
I was hooked. It became a daily affair for me. I also made a mental note of every accidental upskirt I came across.